That is so the kind of sense of humor that always gets me into trouble. I was at a very nice restaurant with my parents when I was sixteen. When the waiter asked how many wine glasses we wanted, I told the waiter to, ” bring it in a paper bag. We’ll just pass it around.” Mortified my mother. heeee

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I write. I knit. I kvetch. Lately, I’ve been endeavoring to undermine the patriarchy while simultaneously making a sweater. If I succeed, I will nominate myself for the Guinness Book of World Records and then throw a party.
I can be e-mailed at ucc3llina at gmail dot com.